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Pessoa Thrid POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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Jon returned to his camp after the banquet while the party continued a little later with the nobles getting more drunk.
The next day he woke up and had the first meal with his group in the main tent.
"Jon!!" Arya approached him excitedly as she sat next to him. "I'm going to participate in the archery tournament!" She exclaimed, finally having the chance to celebrate with him.
"What, the little one is going to participate in the tournament?!" A dwarf stood up from his bench in the hall, asking loudly, which seemed to have caught everyone's attention.
"Yes, Jon got me into the tournament!" She complained.
"Hahaha! That's very good!" The dwarf raised his mead mug, something he used to drink all day long.
"Arya!" A giant sitting nearby also said in a deep tone, cheering for Arya.
People seemed excited in the tent about the chance of Arya participating in this tournament.
"They seem excited..." Serena said beside Jon.
"Yes..." Jon grumbled and picked up his cup in front of him while Arya looked quite happy with the attention she was receiving and raised her cup up.
Everyone noticed this and started to calm down as their king asked for their attention. When things finally settled, Jon decided to speak.
"Now that you know we have Arya to participate, I can add one more archer from Artica to the tournament since if they let us participate freely, we would fill the tournament with Articans and not give the southerners any chance to win any placement in the tournament." Jon said as a wave of laughter sounded through the area.
"So let's be fair too, all those who want to participate in the tournament, let's have a small tournament among our best archers present and the one who wins will be the archer who will represent Artica." Jon said while everyone nodded.
"Can I participate?!" One of the giants spoke, and Jon looked at him, understanding why he asked. After all, this giant was a specialist in long-distance combat. It was this giant who shot the incendiary arrow at a group of thousands of wights many years ago while they were returning from Winterfell. "Stone, giants cannot participate... But we will have a much bigger tournament in Artica as soon as we return." Jon spoke calmly while the giant looked a little sad but nodded as another patted him on the back to support him.
Since giants could not participate and dwarves were not particularly fond of archery, despite having their own long-range weapons, only humans would participate while the group nodded to that, with some interested in participating.
"What a drag, archery seems boring, would they accept an axe thrower?" Tormund raised his voice while some laughed at his question.
"Do you only serve to throw axes, Tormund? Maybe they will accept it if you can throw an axe as far as an arrow!" the dwarf exclaimed, laughing loudly.
Tormund looked at the dwarf with a mocking smile. "Ah, and what do you know about throwing, little man? I bet you can barely throw a stone!"
"A stone? I've thrown a mead jug off a man's head twenty meters away and hit a target smaller than your ego!" the dwarf replied, banging his mug on the table while some laughed at that.
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Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT
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